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Jan 2021
I will sit a little longer
with my hand pressed
between these pages,
white thoughts

and every moment passing,
look at the bluebird
bearing the beads of sunlight
God's granted

my soul will stir
[in you]
until I am dust
slipping off into the breeze

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 6, 2020
PorcelainTears
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